you sir, are a whey faced pultroon of the lowest order, to whom I could be desirous only for something unpleasant to make its occurrence upon you like an onion falling on your head
and on top of that he\'s a pribbling sheep-biting puttock; a mangled pox marked codpiece; a frothy fly-bitten clotpole; a spongy milk-livered miscreant and a gleeking rump fed pignut .....- but we love \'im
Only polite I suppose to face one\'s hazy demons. Only got temporary access to Internet at the right time (The Night Time) on one again ignore all subsequent posts.
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